Gray took the pie and placed it on the coffee table. He grinned as he reached his wife's bottom which showed whenever she bent down.
"Gray!" She complained.
"I will have it later." He grumbled. "Let's have this dessert first. It's apple pie."
"Wow," She mumbled. "She surely made a lot of it."
"She's that kind. You don't have to be jealous."
"I'm not jealous. I just felt insecure that she can cook all of the things while I can't. Because I'm blind."
"Oh, baby." He pulled her. "We can cook together." He kissed her temple. "Go to the bathroom and wash up. We will have a set of lovemaking to do."
